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His attentions are always pleasurable.



Sometimes i feel alive and whole and complete as He finds his sate. Sometimes i feel triumphant in my endurance and ability to take His intensity. Sometime i cry because that is what He wants me to do. Sometimes i am humbled in the knowledge that i have no choice.



No, i do not think that is weird at all.

Tightly contained but seeping

through the pores

Supercharged bursts erupt

binging through my limbs

making my heart beat faster,

my fingers and toes flex,

and my hair stand on end.

I am full.

I need release.

Am i unworthy of the attentions i crave?

Have i somehow lost a privilege never gained?

If my value is no less than others,

Why are my limitations so binding

to my physical expressions?